The First Fight

Andy’s version:

As we left the Italian restaurant, after carb-loading on amazing pasta dishes, I told Jana how I wanted to get an extra pair of underwear out of my Rubbermaid-suitcase for the race tomorrow, the big race, you know, that one, the one that’s twenty six miles? I mean, can’t a guy want a clean pair of undies for his race?!
To which she responds, “You only have six pairs, two are already dirty, you can’t waste another pair on the race. What, it’s not like you’ll wear them after the race.”

Who do you think I am? I’ll wear my undies whenever I want.

“But, Jan,” I say, “I want new, tight undies for the race, not two-day old loose ones.”

“Why don’t you just wear the old ones that are already dirty, since they’re gonna get dirty and sweaty during the race?”

“I want new ones.”

“Then they’ll be sweaty.”

“Oh well, it’s my sweat.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“Sister, this is only the beginning.”

B.T.W. I’m wearing new undies for the race.  (And probably after.)

Jana’s version:

After we leave the incredible dinner with Kimmie (Andy’s Peace Corps friend and race-day buddy) and her family, we are headed to the car when Andy states how he needs a new pair of underpants from his “suitcase” for the race tomorrow. (Let me take you back to when he had me dig through his “suitcase” – while he was driving – to get a shirt out for dinner. During this process, I happened to notice that there were very, very few pairs of underpants. Prior to this, I was informed that he had already soiled two of the pairs he had packed. Mentally seeing the few that were in his “suitcase”, subtracting the two he had previously told me were dirty, and minus-ing the one he was currently digging out, the underpants stock is slowly depleting.)

The conversation above is true to the occurrence. However, people of America, I do not believe I must convince you that riding in a car for 6 weeks with a minimalist -who packed (for 6 weeks) in a small Rubbermaid container – will be a difficult task when the underpants they are wearing have been worn for several days. Simply, I was trying to save him a pair of underpants, since clearly (in any normal American mindset) after wearing underpants for a full 26.2 miles they will be un-wearable until washed. Does anyone want to bet me that it will bother him? I give those same marathon-ran underpants at least one more day. If not two.

Yes… fight #1 has been had. And finished. And it was about his underpants. The next 6 weeks are going to be an adventure…to say the least.